Neverwinter Forest and i like making shit, and i like selling it

Cupid wouldn’t get his much needed alone time. He never did these days. One ear swivels toward the sound of sloshing footsteps and when he looks up there’s a man gawking at his latest injury.

I am the medic. Not the only one here, but he’d pretend that were the case for the time being. He’d seen enough of Aibreann when he was crashing at her place. He didn’t want to see her face for a month at least.

Cupid didn’t take kindly to his observations. His frowned deepened as he grimaced and sniffed and stared. He didn’t like being the center of attention. What happened to your face? Time to shift the spotlight.